Zhao Qinglian stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the leader opposite, smiled, and said through gritted teeth, "Little Lamb, it's been so long. Do you know how much I like you? I almost killed that girl Feng Wu."
"Zhao Qinglian, come here and tell me." Gao Zeyang stared straight at Zhao Qinglian's face. His words that should have been gentle were harsh. He seemed to have no wave of emotion in his heart, but his slightly furrowed brows, whether it was anger or something else. No one dared to find out what this moody young emperor was thinking.
There was still a smile on Zhao Qinglian's face, but she said with a bit of sadness, "I can't get through. My feet are sore from standing. I can't get over anymore, you see." As if to confirm her words, she took a small step back, and saw fine rocks rolling down the cliff.
Looking at the abyss behind Zhao Qinglian, the young emperor finally showed a trace of panic on his face, and walked towards Zhao Qinglian, saying, "Don't move, I will..."
"Stop talking, noisy." Before Gao Zeyang could finish speaking, Zhao Qinglian interrupted.
Beauty should be like this. That day you swam towards me against the waves. What made me unable to drown was not the choking water, but the sudden throbbing in my heart. In troubled times, seeing you again and falling in love at first sight has a beginning and an end, but the end is that this hatred lasts forever.